Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is not why you're here?

Uh, uh, huh
Turn the up
me down
Guru, go get 'em again
This time it's for the money my
stand up

There's never been a nigga this good for this
hood
Or pop is hot
Or this
With so many flows
This ones for song
The next one switch up
This one get bit up
fucks
To lazy to up shit
They
They don't pictures
They just me
You what
Soon they forget who plucked
They whole style
And try to the outcome
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For and others
I say a big I'm only biggin' up my brother
Biggin' up my
I'm big to do it
I'm that
Plus I know my own is foolish
So the and things you sing about
em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your
I'm in, new
Deuce
A few
What more can I you
Let me it for you
W-I-Double
Nobody truer than
And I'm for more
New York's
Prime Minister back to finish my up

What can I say?
What can I do?
I give all to you
I know this is true
My
(Look at my life)
(See I see)
What can I say to you
You it all

You already know I'm about
Flying down south
Moving wet off the
Purple Rain in the
Stunting on
off my shirt
But ain't nothing on my
my chain
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if patrol I make payroll
paid for
Friends they
Private jets down to Turks and
case loads
I don't a shit
Nigga one life to live I let a day go
Bye
Without me fly
Fresh to
Head to toe until the day I
And I don't wear jerseys I'm plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga ups
S on my feet
Make a complete
What more can I say play the beat

We gonna let this ride the hook
I'ma my fingers on this one
What can I say to you?
Get my man on
go!
(What can I say?)

Now you know ass is
they got you in a mag
For half a billi
And your ass ain't

That mean that you write must be illy
Either that or flow is silly
both
I mean to boast
But damn if I don't
crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ads
The Stewart
That's far Jewish
Far a Harvard student
Just had the to do it
And no I'm not through it
In fact I'm previewing it
ain't the show I'm just EQ'in it
One, two and I stop abusing it
To groupie stop false accusing it
to the music
The Maybach is translucent
Niggas got a problem
up be
They can't up me
down I
Not P.E.
I'ma
God forgive me for my brash
But I remember
What streets did to me
So me
Letting clowns nit pick at me
Paint me like a
I literally
Kiss Tee-Tee in the
Tell her forgive me
Then squeeze your forehead
I'm not the one to points off
In
I got a joint to knock your off

Hova the God nigga for me
I'm at the Trump
Ask for me
I ain't never
I'm
You ain't never
Nigga why I ever care
Pound for pound I'm the best to come around here
nobody
Look what I
The of a hustler I really ran the street
I mine
marketing plan was me
And no I ain't get up a whole bunch of times
Or make up in a whole bunch of lines
And I animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat a bunch of
that by my influence
On pop
I supposed to be one on everybody's list
We'll see happens when I no longer exist
Fuck

(What can I say?)